It's The Most Dangerous Game-Personal Narrative

Whitney woke up to a knock on his door when the steward told him that breakfast was ready. He woke up eager to find his friend and continue their journey to the Amazon. Upon arriving at the dining hall he noticed Rainsford was not there, confused, he started to his partner's bedroom to see what was causing his absence. He began knocking on the door a couple of times, and out of frustration he barged into the room, swinging the door open, he saw no Rainsford. He was very puzzled, so he asked one of the stewards whether he has seen him this morning, with the answer of no, he knew in his mind that something was wrong. In the evening everyone on the yacht was aware that Rainsford was missing. It would have taken a couple days before they reached their destination in order to file a ‘missing

Whitney was now all by himself on the yacht with no one to talk to and just his thoughts floating in his brain. He remembered all the great memories they had together in the Americas, traveling to find new animals to hunt, winning awards and trophies together. They were the perfect pair, the best team, unstoppable, but now he was gone. As these thoughts wandered, all the bad memories slid in, all the arguments, the press and their false accusations about their friendship and partnership, all the things that almost tore them apart. He thought about all the articles that will fill with headlines of “The best hunter missing?” and “Who hunted the hunter?”. He could not help but think about the press and their theories. Then he began to really think, what if they say it was my fault. I know we’ve had our misunderstandings, but I would never… would I? No, I would never get rid of Rainsford, even though he is my biggest competition. All of a sudden he started to convince himself that he was responsible for his disappearance. He could no longer think straight. He needed to rest, he thought, but on his way to his suite he began to disgust himself, how could I? Why would I do such a